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This crematorium is still a hypocritical literature of the dead. The suffering of all living beings in the three realms is not enough, and the real conclusion will have to wait another three hundred years. When the male lead and the second male lead confront each other, it's not that the second male lead won't hand over the person, but because...
The protagonist, a physically and mentally exhausted white flower, has had her soul shattered and drifted to the depths of the River of Oblivion. She is truly afraid that Master will hold a broken soul lamp and guard her for three hundred years. Then, every day, he will wander in the demon realm, causing a storm that confuses the souls inside and makes them unable to find their way, or he will hold the belief of not shedding tears until seeing the coffin and dry up the River of Oblivion.
Although he claims to be the son of a fortunate destiny, it is clear that he has risen from the bottom to his current status.
Haven't you seen anything good? Holding onto a little trinket that the great god of artifact crafting made 10,000 years ago, just to investigate whether his long-lost enemy is dead or alive.
The soul lamp hasn't been updated in 10,000 years, it's long outdated, and it's not very useful.
Adhering to my mother's life motto of making good connections, I also follow suit. Several decades ago, the current great guardian of the demon realm had not yet been elected. When I went to the Demon's Den to groom my furry coat, I saw him sitting there looking very gloomy.
I gave him a trick, lent him one hundred thousand spiritual stones, and opened a large welfare home for the homeless furry ones. The remaining money was used for publicity. Of course, I don't do losing deals. One hundred years later, the tenfold interest will be paid off. Then his approval rating soared, and he was elected in the end without any surprises.
Didn't expect that, did you? In the seemingly chaotic demon realm, the selection of its leader is actually done through the most democratic system of a general election.
I arrived at the place where he usually works.
"Have you saved enough money, Great Protector?"
He fell silent and gave me a deep look.
"I want to enter the magic palace," I said.
"It's impossible," he replied.
"Is this the attitude one should have towards a creditor?"
I glanced at him sideways, and he wasn't afraid of me.
"The Demon Lord has a rule: intruders die."
"The rules are dead, but people are alive. I have a magical tool, I'll give you one, so neither of us will die."
I pitifully tugged at his robe and pulled out a high-level life-saving magical tool.
He remained unmoved.
"Take me in, you don't have to pay me back."
He fell silent again, looking into my sincere big eyes, confirming that the words just now did indeed come from the mouth of this stingy person. There was no hesitation.
"Let's go," his usually indifferent voice sounded excited, as if afraid I would change my mind. Joke's on him, I've always been true to my word.
"What is this?"
The grand protector brought me in, watched me destroy the IOU with his own eyes, then turned and left, very heartless.
I wandered around the dimly lit demon palace and found no one in the main hall.
There is a small black ball on top. Could it be the pet of the Demon Lord? Or the... son of the Demon Lord? I picked it up and held it in my arms. This ball is all black, and it's hard to tell what species it is.
"Why does it look so ugly and cute." I turned it over in my hand and played with it, "It's actually quite cute."
This little guy is quite sensitive and immediately woke up.
"Hey, is there a woman living in the palace of your Demon Lord?" I held it up to my eyes and asked in a low voice.
"Your eyes are so round and cute." I rubbed it against my cheek and felt that the little ball's body temperature was a bit high, but most small animals are like this, so I didn't think much of it.
"What are the chances of me being able to take her away?"
"Is there a woman you want to drive away?" It spoke, its voice not the soft, grandmotherly tone I had imagined, but a clear, youthful one.
"Sort of."
I hesitated for a moment, as it's hard to explain too much to a young animal.
"Why?"
"Of course it's to save you, cutie." The main demon lord is also stubborn. When I came to find Little White Flower, he refused to let go. I really don't want to see my master destroy the demon realm. Then all the furry ones will truly be homeless."
Then I watched helplessly as the furry creature in my hand jumped to the ground, afraid it might get hurt, and quickly reached out to catch it. As a result, I found myself half kneeling on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, there was a person in front of me. This person had fair skin, dazzling black eyes, and just standing there, exuded a graceful and elegant presence.
If you don't look at the face, there is still a hint of elegance, but if you meet those deep eyes, you always feel like you're facing an unfathomable abyss. But looking at this all-black outfit, I recognize the familiar dark patterns on it. Isn't this the same outfit worn by the black-clothed person who took away the little white flower I encountered in the teahouse when I was eighteen? It's been decades, is this the only outfit you wear, big brother?
I looked behind him and around, but there was nothing there.
I made a mistake. I remember that there is no mention of any companion beasts in this book, so I thought that the Little Black Thing just now was some kind of unidentified creature from the demon world.
As a result... the Demon Lord is not human after all.
Give me back my little coal ball! I shout in my heart.
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